EVENT LOG: ON TODAY'S EPISODE...

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone and everyone's evil twin.
What: Drama! Romance! Gripping soliloquies! Otherwise known as our SOAP OPERA EVENT.
When: April 26th - April 30th
Where: All 'round town and coming to a TV guide near you.
Summary: For more information, see this post.
Rating: Keep it PGish! Take anything too raunchy to your appointments posts, darlings.

Log for any and all events around town during the event. But also feel free to do your own posts as well! And yes, this will be the only mass log for the whole weekend.

HAVE FUN.

Comments

Some day or another.

[relictusdeus]

[No help is required, but the Forgemaster will take a moment to cooly appreciate the view - that is to say, the geography of Derek's body so shamelessly on display. He was born with eyes to admire beauty, after all, and the male form can be very pleasing.

Approval is offered in the form of a low chuckle deep in his throat.]

[rather_be_surfing]

[Ohai, chuckling man, have a bright smile and a nod right back at ya.]

Anything I can help with?

[relictusdeus]

[Oh, how kind of him to ask, and such a winning smile to accompany it.]

That... would depend, my dear man.

[rather_be_surfing]

On...?

[Nope, he has no idea what's going on here. The 'Danger, Will Robinson!' alert is offline.

But damn, the sunlight sure does look good on his tan skin, doesn't it?]

[relictusdeus]

[Giggling, he drolly rolls his eyes as if it should have been terribly obvious.]

How willing you are... [He shifts his weight from one foot to another.] ...of course.

[rather_be_surfing]

Willing for what? Is it something you need fixed?

[Seriously. Not. Getting. It.]

[relictusdeus]

[Letting the question hang for a moment, he regards the man with a mixture of annoyance and amusement, keenly searching his face. Was this deliberate ignorance, or genuine?]

In a sense. [He wets his lips.] And there is but one solution to my… problem. Two, really, although the second is not quite as... satisfying.

[His smile broadens, a hint of teeth bared.]

[rather_be_surfing]

[It's a temporary lobotomy. If the Malnosso don't give him one during these kinds of events, he's no fun to be around. Kinda ruins the mood, you know?]

And what would those solutions be?

[He sees those teeth, although he's not sure why suddenly there are alarms bells going off in his head. This is a just a friendly conversation so that he can figure out how to help the guy, right?]

tw: smutty talk ahoy

[relictusdeus]

...not very bright, are you? [He purrs under his breath before obliging the other with an explanation. Well, no matter; it isn't Derek's mind that is of interest.]

A firm grip -- [Long, sly fingers skim up his own thigh as he steps forward.] -- and friction rhythmically applied until... [He chuckles almost apologetically] ...nature takes its course. [A beat.] Must I show you a demonstration?

tw: smutty talk ahoy

[rather_be_surfing]

[Oh. That.

Well...that won't work. Not enough girly parts.]

No...I think I understand. [Insert apologetic smile here. Just a smile.]

Sorry. I'm just not that kind of guy. I'm sure there's a few around though. Somewhere.

[Just don't ask him where, because he's never had to go looking for them.]

tw: Yep, not getting any cleaner here.

[relictusdeus]

Oh, do you now? [Eyes widen in a theatrical show of astonishment.] What a pleasant surprise.

[Patiently, he listens to the rest of Derek’s response, nodding gently and oh so sympathetically before he drawls:]

Ah, of course you aren't.

[’Not that kind of guy’, that is. He knows rejection when he hears it, but as always, sees no wrong in a bit of teasing.] One man in good health is as good as any other, when the mood strikes me. Unless he should have nothing between his legs. [He swirls a finger in the air, giggling.] How such a man might function is beyond me.... and no concern of mine, in the end.

I'll have the servants get the soap and bath ready...

[rather_be_surfing]

Yeah, but I heard guys like that sing pretty good.

[Derek, randomly spouting something like that in a conversation with Isaac is probably not a good idea.

...Not that that would occur to him right now.]

Ah, splendid.

[relictusdeus]

So I have heard. [He spreads his hands.] Of course, a man intact... can be perfectly capable of singing. Or mewling, if you will, when pain and pleasure is most effectively applied.

Like a mouse checking out the snake.

[rather_be_surfing]

Well...the pleasure sounds like fun. The pain not so much, though.

[Yep. Get your slice of boring plain white bread right here...]

Hurrhurr!

[relictusdeus]

[His eyelids lower.]

Oh, but it is. [For him, especially. Though there was hardly any doubt of that.] It has a way of heightening the senses and waking every little nerve in the body. It makes one far more... appreciative of what pleasures are to follow.

I can't use my plurk trollface icon here...so just imagine it

[rather_be_surfing]

[He actually seriously stops to consider this argument.

But, eventually, he shakes his head.]

Sorry, man. Just not my thing.

Will do. :D

[relictusdeus]

[The Forgemaster’s smirk deepens, spreading cooly across his thin lips as he looks on, pale eyes inscrutable.]

Suit yourself.

[rather_be_surfing]

Uh, thanks.

[He thinks, anyway.

So...how does one recover from this kind of conversation if it doesn't end in bed...? Damn script writers. Now they're going to have to wait until next episode while they unwrite themselves out of the corner, huh?]

That face!

[relictusdeus]

[A sigil flashes at Isaac's feet, his body engulfed in a pillar of softly pulsing light - but before he heads elsewhere, he shall leave Derek with a few words.]

Should you ever ache for want of an escape from your dull existence... perhaps something could be arranged. [With an indulgent little chuckle, his body then dissolves and the light fades into nothingness, leaving no trace of his presence.]